All’s Well
THE day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep,
My weary spirit seeks repose in thine;
Father! forgive my trespasses, and keep
This little life of mine.
With loving-kindness curtain thou my bed,
And cool in rest my burning pilgrim feet;
Thy pardon be the pillow for my head
So shall my sleep be sweet.
At peace with all the world, dear Lord, and thee,
No fears my soul's unwavering faith can shake;
All's well! Whichever side the grave for me
The morning light may break!
TALENTS,
God intrusts to all
Talents few or many;
None so weak and small
That they have not any.
He will surely ask,
Ere I enter Heaven,
Have I done the task
Which to me is given.
YI